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17 July 2150AD|8:00PM|Location: Infirmary|Doctor: Jean Mowl

The procedure is complete and the patient has finally stabilized. I would say it is miraculous he is alive, but… his biological make-up is its own wonder.

Joe exits the small home of his cousin's place, with a yawn and stretch he starts walking down the street, constantly looking around at the massive port city of San Francisco. He heads down into downtown, headphones over one ear with the other listening at the massive environment around him. As he walks, he hears the faint sound of music, but not his own. He moves his headphones to around his neck and lowers the volume on his MP3 player, searching for the music. He continues walking down the street, the sound of music getting louder, and finally reaching a building with the sign "Radar Records" above the door. He notices a "Help Wanted" sign on the window and walks in, casually, and looks around slowly, finally fixating his eyes on the clerk at the front desk.

Mission Log:
Data Log 0: Boarding the ship now. Simple recon mission. Should be done in 3 days. Enough supplies to last until its done. Not heavily armed though, just a pistol and a "modernized" M4.

Data Log 1: Ive sent out a distress beacon, but it could be years before someone even finds it. But I guess I should sit tight and wait for a while

Data Log 2: Its been a day now and I havent got any word from command. But what i have been able to pick up are radio stations. There are radio stations here?

Data Log 3: Running low on supplies. Havent left the crash site. Maybe I should head to that nearby city?

Data Log 4: Its been a week. Im out of supplies now. Im going to have to head into that city.

GA INVESTIGATIVE SERVICES
UNKNOWN SIGNAL DETECTED
ATTEMPTING TO TRIANGULATE
TRIANGULATION FAILED
SCANNING NOVAIR SPACE COMM SATS
SIGNAL IS LOCKED
ATTEMPTING TO ACCESS
ACCESS DENIED
UNKNOWN SECURITY LEVEL DETECTED
WARNING
INCREASING SERCURITY CLEARANCE USE
TOP LEVEL CLEARANCE USED
ACCESS GRANTED

Well, I'm sure the GA Spooks have already cracked this code, so no point in hiding what I'm gonna say.

She took a deep breath and punched the door's emergency override. The cool night air rushed in, flushing the airlock of the freighter's stale, fetid odors with which she had lived for the last two weeks. The spaceport had its own peculiar aromas as well but they were a relief after spending the time sandwiched in an air duct.

Jacki slipped furtively out of the the emergency hatch. An alarm would sound of course but by the time anyone arrived to deal with it she would be long gone. She glanced around and spotted a number of stacked cargo pallets. After making sure there were no signs of movement out there she moved sprinted across the landing bay and slid between the large metal trays. Finally she was back home.